I'm tired of being your conscience.

[The Network device has been bumped as Wilson's poking around in the kitchen this morning (making his special macadamia nut pancakes). There's a few moments of clanking and rustling about, before the sound of the water turning on. Then, there's a surprised sort of yelping noise.]


That's - green. The water's green.

Well, how am I supposed to...


[Sniiiiiff... pause]


That's... not water.


[There is a quiet, small sipping noise - just a taste that he spits out, before he calls, more loudly-]


House? The faucet's spouting beer.


[There is a slight thudding as he picks up the device, noticing it's on.]


Oh. Hello, there. I'm going to assume the beer in the faucet isn't an isolated incident. Am I to take it that this is the City's idea of festivity?

Great. I haven't even had my shower yet.


[End.]